311, self-created move

The unprecedented gorgeous disaster is thrilling and intoxicating at the same time. Han Jing, who was in it, had no time to appreciate it. The first disaster fell in three or three groups. The formation of the second disaster remained unchanged but the power doubled. The three disasters are about to fall, and the power will definitely increase, and there will certainly be no buffer time. You must prepare early.

Because of the power of the contract, Han Jing continuously absorbed the dragon breath caged in her body into her body. The sound of Long Xi pouring into the tendons and bones sounded like fried beans, and impurities in her bones were constantly washed out. At the same time, her whole body was torn and spliced with sharp pain again and again. This is Long Xi transforming her body. Fortunately, she adapted to the cold of the ice sword, otherwise she would have played to death by herself.

At this time, transforming the body is a little like a birthday star hanging. Han Jing is not mainly to transform the body, but suddenly inspired to use her body to temporarily store dragon breath and create her own big move.

The three disasters are still in a three-group formation, and the thunder form of the purple python is even larger.

A high-sounding dragon roared, and Binglin opened his mouth and sprayed hail bombs like free. The purple python fell into the dense hail bombs like a stone to stir up thousands of waves, and the purple python burst into thousands of colorful waves.

"Look at my sister's big move!" Han Jing shouted and raised her palm to play a rotating palm wind. The dragon breath stored in the body in advance passed through the explosion wave with the palm wind, covering the surface of the beautiful and dangerous waves, forming thousands of ice waves, and the dreamlike wonders of the ice sea suspended in the air abruptly.

The audience outside the thunderstorm area exclaimed one after another, and even the elders temporarily forgot their nervousness.

"I can hit the tofu and die." Yu Guhong said extremely depressedly. When I first met her, this girl was still a rookie. Her "inner genius is amazing?" "Go and step on it when you are full" is still in his ears, and he already needs to look up at her.

"Go to hell, don't come back to life." Mu Qingsong said that he was also in a state of shock.

Leng Wuhen smiled bitterly: "The evil is indeed the existence of a blow to genius." He also recalled the scene when he first met Han Jing. At that time, he only noticed her in front of his younger brother. At that time, if anyone said that she would destroy her confidence, he would be regarded as a madman by him.

"Strange, she is talented, and you didn't know it until now?" He Yuanshan said puzzledly.

"I didn't realize that there was such a big gap with A Jing before." Leng Wuya actually smiled, undisguised gloating. Thinking that before I met A Jing, he had been overwhelmed by the dazzling light of his eldest brother.

At this time, the second group of thunderstorms had fallen. The purple python jumped into the ice wave for a moment of absolute silence, and then blew up to form a thunderous ice cones.

If the sharp ice cone is solid, Han Jing will not even have a chance to become an ice hedgehog.

A dark blue Xuanli mask appeared on Binglin's body, together with Han Jing. The ice cone hit the light cover and exploded, and the small light snake slipped along the shaking light cover.

The bright thunder made her eyes unable to open. Han Jing scolded, "God, thief, do you want to be so cruel!"

"Jing girl, go down and have a rest first."

The wind floated without saying a word. The spiritual saint can fly against the wind, and the new contract mysterious beast Xiaofenglong is coiled on his head and taken to the air. He floated on the side of the ice, and the wind and thunder knife was already in his hand.

The power of the first three thunderstorms was relatively weak. The wind saw that Han Jing could cope with it. In addition, she was surprised by the gorgeous landscape she had teamed up with Binglin, so she hatched the little wind dragon and did not come up. At the beginning of the four disasters, the thunder disaster was more powerful. He was ready to deal with it alone and secretly decided to keep Han Jing even if he died.

Han Jing saw the little Fenglong at a glance, "Wow! The little guy is so cute!" With a cheer, she took out a grain of ice flame and stretched out her hand to the little Fenglong: "Little guy, come to my sister, there are sugar beans to eat!"

Feng Buqi was so ashamed of hearing that, and Xiao Fenglong went straight to Han Jing without even asking for his opinion. He ate the elixir whether he could eat it or not. He still lay in Han Jing's arms and twisted endlessly, as if he was begging from her.

Binglin fell to the ground with Han Jing and returned to human form. The first sentence was: "I also want to eat sugar beans."

"How old are you, and you still eat sugar beans! No, just a few are enough for Xiaofenglong. Without flirting with Binglin, Han Jing sat down with Xiao Fenglong in her arms. She was also bold. Several ice flame pills were stuffed into Xiaofenglong's mouth, and she didn't expect that the little guy would have indigestion.

Binglin didn't have time to stop him and sighed, "The old man worked hard. This little dragon let you play to death as soon as it hatched."

"Talk nonsense!" Han Jing didn't believe it and refutation, "You used to eat like this, and I didn't see you die."

"Big boss, how old am I? How old is it? Can it be compared?" Binglin asked helplessly.

The little wind dragon suddenly screamed, and his body twisted like a twist.

"Then you didn't say it earlier!" Han Jing was anxious and burst into tears.

I have never seen her cry when she was so seriously injured. Binglin panicked when she saw her tears and quickly said, "At worst, I'll take some energy to help it evolve."

"Then if you consume your energy, will it be dangerous to cross the disaster?" Han Jing looked at the sky worriedly. Turning around like a wave of ink clouds, mixed with shocking dark purple thunder and lightning, the power is stronger than the previous thunderstorm in the form of purple python.

"Just help me refine some sugar beans. The more the better."

"I don't have any medicinal materials!"

"I have. I have done a lot in Longgu. It's all my group of flower messengers that have been classified and labeled. And the Dan stove!" A handful of jade bracelets on Binglin's right wrist were wiped, and jade boxes piled up into hills emerged from the ground. I really don't know if it robbed the warehouse of the pharmacist's hall. Then, it appeared, and the dark blue light mask penetrated the body and covered it with the little wind dragon.

Han Jing, who was dumbfounded by the pile of jade boxes, came back and put the jade box into the storage ring and said suspiciously, "Are you going to let me be a hard work alchemy for you?"

Binglin did not answer, and there was a slow dragon roar in the dark blue ice cover, like some ancient spell with a strange rhythm. Soon, the little wind dragon also began to sing. With the change of the rhythm of the two dragons, two dragon-shaped shadows appeared on the ice cover.

The dark purple thunder in the sky meandered down and flashed, and the sound was terrible.

The wind and horizontal knife hardened two dark purple thunder and lightning, and there was a soft sound. There was a bright thunderlight on the wind and thunder knife, and there were cracks in the blade. Only then did he sigh that the wind and thunder knife were rubbish compared with the ice soul sword. The third thunder also arrived. With a wave of the knife, the thunder burst, and the knife body was directly broken into two pieces.

There was no time to change the knife, and the fourth thunderstorm came in an instant. The wind could only block it with a broken knife, and the broken knife was blown up with only a knife handle. There was not even time to take a breath. The remaining five thunder and lightning from the four disasters fell one after another. The two Xuan soldiers he hurriedly took out only supported two thunderstorms and were scrapped. Later, he actually touched the Kaishan master with a handle of Xuanjie. Only one thunder was bombarded without even scum left. The thunder hit his chest. The armor quality was good. He was just an inner He was injured, a mouthful of blood spewed far away, and his hair was scorched and smoking.

"Grandpa Feng!" Han Jing screamed. She had begun to alchemy, and the white ice flame in her palm ignited the array on the elixir furnace. If it was extinguished, it would scrap a furnace of medicinal herbs. Regardless of the horror of the world, she let the sword spirit control the ice soul sword to save the wind without saying a word.

The sword light flew, and the violent lightning energy around him froze instantly, giving him a buffer time.

The windless chest was black, and he was frightened by the power of the ice sword. Return to the ground in the gap brewed by the five disasters. Seeing that Han Jing was alchemy, he did not disturb and seized the time to adjust his breath.

The ice sword quietly suspended in the air, without emitting the strong sword power of the peerless fierce sword, and it has a kind of domineering spirit to look at the world. Elder Yu, who had seen Yang Fengzi's nine-curve gun, secretly compared the sword with the gun, and concluded that the gun was not as good as the sword.

"This girl has arrogant capital!" Elder Yu said enviously.

Xue Shura, who had been silent, also sighed: "When did the little female dragon of Binglin become so strong?" And this ice sword is more powerful than before?

Suddenly, he heard someone talking but didn't see anyone. Elder Yu was shocked and said, "Which senior is here?"

"You don't know what my name said, and it doesn't matter if you don't ask." Blood Shura was also hit by Han Jing's performance and was a little depressed.